Jinx Arcane Drawings Novels & Stories

"Woah, were you Minnie, the birthday girl?" Minerva hastily looked at her right when she heard another voice asked. It was a little girl that was around four to five years old. Her light pink hair was in pigtails and her green jeweled eyes shone with curiosity. As for Minerva, although it was also a child who was in front of her, she was still a bit nervous. Especially that strange Marcus was here. She gripped on Julia's skirt as she nodded her head to the little girl. "Wow! Hello, Minnie! I'm Zinnia Soleil Zielony! I'm four years old! My father's Raphael Sol Zielony! And he was the youngest first-generation Saint Archmage!" The little girl, who was Zinnia, proudly said.

Reyna- After entering the dungeon, I realized that this monster wasn’t like the one in the beta test. It was a Sphinx, but it was slightly different. Instead of it being part bull, it was part lion. It had a lion’s body, with a human face and the wings of a large bird. Instead of being a chestnut brown like last time, it was a light beige, blending into the stand that surrounded it. This battle could be dangerous if we weren’t careful. Hopefully, whatever riddle it chose for us, would be something we could answer.

He looked like he'd been stung by an entire hives-worth of bees, and was still waiting for the swelling to go down. And then there was Aaron. He was the same height as Big Jim but looked like a rake beside him, which was crazy. Aaron was broad shouldered, almost three times me across and well defined, though you could never tell just how much until he had his shirt off. His hawk tattoo glistened with the trails of sweat running down his tanned chest, its inked talons raking his shuddering stomach as a feathered wing arched itself over his right shoulder.

Inside the Gemini Room at the auction, Chase took out the Spirit Tail Pigeon blood that he brought with him everywhere, his cinnabar, talisman papers, and so on. “Now that I have the spiritual brush, it’s time I draw a Clear-Headed Talisman for Miss Julia.” He picked up the brush and injected some of his vital spirit into the brush. With a deep breath, he started drawing the talisman. Drawing talismans was a kind of wizardry in the teachings. Perhaps it sounded a little feudalistic and superstitious, but its existence was indeed recorded in the history books.

The healer was covered in tiny creatures and clearly afraid to move. "Oh yeah. Spiders think demons are delicious." Jinx replied casually. He laid out the five cards the glyphs seemed to be referring to. "And I know WHICH cards, but it's easier to understand by having them laid out like this." Not that laying them out made the cards make sense. "Very funny, young-fur. You can't tell, but I'm laughing hysterically on the inside." Wound grumbled, his paw shaking the light as some of the many spiders crawling on him moved down it and made huge shadows when they crawled across the glow.

She’d rather have her own name called than listen to her father read the familiar name she somehow knew he was about to pull from that jar. “And now… it is my task to read the name of the sacrifice,” King Zar said. He moved to the clay jar, and pulled off the lid, sitting it aside on the table next to the menacing object. Reaching in a hand, he pulled out a scroll and unrolled it. Nya sucked in a breath and held it.

She rummaged through boxes filled with forgotten memories, her heart racing with anticipation. Her fingers brushed against a worn leather journal, its edges frayed and its cover adorned with a beautiful emblem—a symbol she recognized from the stories Aunt Cleo had told her about the coven. As she opened it, the musty scent enveloped her, and the words seemed to whisper secrets of a time long past.

Leon raised Owen face and wipe the tears on his eyes as he said. "Once we get married, there's no running away, no hiding, and most especially... No more ARCANUM.." He landed a sweet kiss on Owen's lips when the one he only love nodded his head. ~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~ Author wants to thank those readers who never stopped reading it until this time. For my editor. And for Lord who never stopped giving me ideas. I love you all!!

Aerin stood up and grabbed her druidic wand from her nightstand. She made the crystal at the top glow, putting it into a jar with luminous moss, called Elfin-gold; we had found it in Grandma Rose’s pantry. She swept the wand into the air, the luminous spores left a wake, illuminating it long enough to see the completed symbol until it faded. “Three upright bars, with the tops of the outer two bars leaning toward the top of the center bar.” Aerin explained. “with three circles at the top.” finishing off her drawing with a flourish of her hand.

Not even a single try. “What does it say?” I asked, brows furrowing as I rubbed both of my palms to create warmth. The cold had been much cruel today ever since we arrived at the healer’s cabin. I encouraged myself to look at the drawings instead; the art style is pretty much gothic, if not ancient. It wasn’t inked. Hues of black and white were embedded on the golden brown pages of the material. I saw the graphics of a human and a werewolf. They were doing something strange… some sort of a ritual. Elliot did not flip the pages further so I ended up guessing that that was it.